The tension was palpable; she wanted an answer from him, and his response would directly impact every "later" that lay ahead for both of them.
Zhan Nanjue looked at Gong Shirao's nervous demeanor, opened his mouth to speak, but just then, there was a knock on the door.
Soon after, Mu Yanxi entered.
Gong Shirao cleared her throat, feeling a bit embarrassed, and moved aside.
Seeing Zhan Nanjue in a slightly better mood, Mu Yanxi's gaze darkened and he walked towards the hospital bed.
"Something up?" Zhan Nanjue raised an eyebrow at him.
Mu Yanxi remained silent.
Zhan Nanjue's expression darkened slightly, "What's the matter?"
Can't you say it in front of her?
Gong Shirao wasn't oblivious to the situation and spoke first to Zhan Nanjue, "What would you like to eat? I'll go get it for you."
"You're my 'doctor'; you decide." Zhan Nanjue replied.
Gong Shirao blushed faintly and answered, "Okay."
Then she quickly left.
